Sex, and how I royally fucked up

[azurelunatic]

Suffice to say that I'm in love, so deeply and thoroughly that it nearly binds up my entire sexual responsiveness. Suffice to say that the emotional bonds run deep too. Suffice to say that I'm a witch, and therefore ought to know exactly how real this all is.

Suffice to say that I am surprised if, at any given point of the day, the little glow that is him is not there, warm and bright in my head and heart.

Suffice to say that when lonely/afraid/in pain/sad, I reach for him.

Suffice to say, most times when at the heights of pleasure, if I sob a name, it's his. And I reach for him.

Suffice to say, I should not.


So.

No sex for me, because I will reach for him...

Comments

[girl-nothing.livejournal.com]

wow, it would be arrogant for me to say i know just what you mean, but i will at least say that i feel connected to what you are saying. And how poetic too. You are strong to see things so objectively...

...i wish i had been.

[azurelunatic]

Oh, someone had to point it out to me quite sternly. And I sulked for several hours.

[girl-nothing.livejournal.com]

Just hours? i've sulked for days... months... PLEASE GOD NOT YEARS!!! And who had the power to chisel their way into your frenzied love-ridden mind? Clearly my friends don't have that power, though they tried...they tried...

[azurelunatic]

My priestess-confessor knows where all my buttons are.

...and when I was 20, I was good at the multi-year sulk thing. It's something that happily, you learn to grow out of. I'm still sulky at my high school best friend, who was a complete dickwad to me.